66 SUNDAY ON TWEEDSIDE. 



' Butter cups and daises, 

 And all the pretty flowers,' 



would greatly exceed our designed limits, and 

 be far beyond our powers of description. On 

 returning to our cottage, we applied the micro- 

 scope to some of the veiy dust of their stems, 

 and beheld a new world opened to our eyes. 

 We walk the fields, yet how few of us consider 

 that we are often treading down so many 

 beautiful wild flowers, said to be the special gift 

 of the angels to our world. 



Thus far have we endeavoured to give a short 

 sketch of the way in which we spend our Sun- 

 day at Thornilee, being seven miles from any 

 church. When thrown on our resources, it is 

 good to add something to our great fishing 

 propensities, for we oftentimes, while following 

 this pleasing occupation, hear ourselves say, 

 if we had but spent half of our valuable time 

 in the study of The Book which we have given 

 to fishing, it might have been better for us 

 to-day; however, we hope, even in this, that 

 we are filling up some useful segment in the 

 wide circle of life, which the great Fisher of 

 Men, when He comes to judge the earth, will 

 not disapprove. 



